Okay so it turns out I’m significantly more of an idiot than I thought I was. I mean, I’ve always known I wasn’t ‘smart’, thirteen years of high school was enough to teach me that much, but this is a whole new level of stupid. You see, I always thought that, even though I wasn’t ‘book smart’ I was ‘street smart’. I know my way around the real world, which in lots of ways is a lot better than knowing algebra and calculus. I mean, that’s what I always thought, anyway. That book smarts can only get you so far and all that jazz.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. Back to the story. About six months ago now I moved into this beautiful old home. I’m serious, the place is a real find. Almost like something out of a fairy-tale. I guess I should have known it was too good to be true. Anyway, my real estate agent said the floor was rickety because the house was so old. It made enough sense, so I didn’t question it until one day, walking from the kitchen to my room, I fell straight through the floor. It was quite a shock let me tell you. Anyway, when I called a guy in to have a look at it, he laughed at me and told me he was the wrong guy for the job – that I was going to find a termite control guy in Dandenong and call him.
“Termites?” I asked. Sometimes I space out so I could have misheard him. “My real estate agent didn’t say anything about termites”. Then this guy just laughed at me and told me I’d been conned.
Far out. I am such an idiot. How could I let the wool be pulled over my eyes like that? Why didn’t I ask the real estate agent about termites? Now I have to get in touch with Dandenong pest control people instead of just fixing it myself. Not. Happy. Jan.